Chris Motionless Wife Novels & Stories

After Christopher walked off, Wesley turned to ask Sydney, "Have you been with him these days?" "I don't need to explain things to you. I've already made things clear over the phone," Sydney said coldly. "I don't want to fight with you here." Wesley tried to fight the anger burning in his heart. "I'm taking a break. I'll come back soon." In the lounge, Wesley pulled out a cigarette and started puffing on it. His mother just passed away and his relationship with his wife was in tatters, while his wife's lover appeared so blatantly at the funeral.

Mark nodded in agreement. “Thank you,” I said shyly. “I also intend to file for divorce from my wife. But before doing that, I need to gather evidence of her infidelity,” Chris said. “I think I’ve heard about an affair group, but it was a long time ago. According to the news, there were two women who were idols there. But one woman disappeared, leaving only one woman. Could that woman be your wife?” Chloe asked Chris. Chris’s face dropped, his expression showing sadness. Who wouldn’t be sad if betrayed in such a way by the person they love? Especially since they have a child.

Taking one of the pictures on Sarah’s desk when she wasn’t looking, she ransacked her bag for her phone, and opened her phone gallery to support her ‘allegations’. Sarah turned the monitor screen toward her before she could present her evidence, and she saw the no results page for the search of Mrs. McKenna, Kelvin’s wife. Of course there weren’t any. To the world, he was still a rich bachelor. “There’s no information on his wife.” “And that’s because we are private about our marriage,” Leila countered. She pushed the phone closer to Sarah, with the screen open to some pictures of them. “Here. That’s us at home.”

I had seen both of them on the television yesterday, him and his ex-girlfriend Melissa, who was no other person than my stepsister. He had accompanied her to her press conference, where she announced her return to the modelling world after being out of the country for almost three years. Seeing the way he was holding her during the press conference, I couldn't help but feel jealous; after all, that was the same way he always held me when we were in public. Coming back home, I had confronted him about it, but he immediately reminded me of something I had almost forgotten about, which was the contract I had signed the day we got married.

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Boom the voice of Chris, from behind. "What? Why?" Aaron asked little irritated. "Because I said so." Chris replied with arrogance. "What's your problem dude? She's my wife and mother of my babies, she is going with me and that's final." He said with equal arrogance. "Tch... Mr. Gray, you already made her sign the contract and divorce papers, you never trust her, you hurt her, you beat her, you forced her also you abuse her. So she's not going anywhere with you. And that fucking final. I don't want anyone to tell me what is good for my sister." Chris said with cold face.

There are a few other pictures of all six of them as a family, but as the pictures progress to college graduations and more recent family vacations, he is conspicuously absent. I smile at a picture of Chris graduating from medical school, and of him holding an infant Muna. I look with keen interest at a few pictures of him with Luna, one from their wedding day and another of them dressed in some kind of fancy dress; he in a Vampire’s cape and she as Catwoman. In the latter, they are looking at each otherother like nobody else in the world exists, and I am once again intrigued by the depth of their love. He must really miss her. “You must be so proud of Chris,” I say, “He’s done very well for

Vivian retched off camera, then clutched the trash can and vomited violently. The intense sounds alarmed her followers. But my expression showed this was long overdue. I walked over to Vivian, picked up the phone, and flipped the camera around so her followers could see what was happening to her. "That's Elijah, isn't it? Your wife is throwing up. She's obviously exhausted from working so hard for you, and you still have the nerve to make us watch? You should be helping her right now."

he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. “Alright! Take me home.” I rolled my eyes at him. Chris led me to the car, and we drove home in peaceful silence. I rolled down the window, letting the evening breeze wash over me. I rested my hand under my chin and closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm in my chest. Two quick buzzes from my phone on my lap interrupted the quiet moment. I frowned slightly before picking it up. Contract Husband: You are moving in with me tomorrow, wifey.